The Home advocate. (Farmerville, La.) 1885-1???, 1887-06-10

manly. Hell spend nun 10y ~,
under the pines out on the bluff, Yor ne II
wander off around the clay ba,fks' an
bring home a pocket full of rot cAs anu
pirates ds+on;sh
PIRATES" 1 calculated, in aston'sh-
ment IN.
Eyes, them iron pirates, clayf oal's we
call 'em"
"She means iron pyrites," eeSplalned
Sue, in an aside.
Anyway. he don't give us 10 trouble
an is as pleasant spoken you,nss man t as
ever | see" concluded our hos. fess' as Sic
left lis.
PRECISELY, 'as mild mallhereo man |,
as ever scuttlcd ship, or cut '''
muttercd the incoIEE;eSilble suiT;; SUN sure 10
''Oh, Sue" "''hsd, "rm sure III
must be something -
'.Probably he ili'' inter- ,ola'eu T ,:..
perhaps some scicnt ;ii' VI '''''''s
character" suggested. ea,,o.,;o,. >,
oa;a c,,n naI,,,,,, ..En,,I, Dulcinea, put
ga ,kploration shall
| begin
~ ~ ;don far so,,nL | was going to
write; besides, | felt SUI w. sun iei
ing on so much sand ms NC "'.' III
had y comnlev;n, Ike tiecr-lily, but l
| felt it was no use objf''ii'S' ~ vi
went
.bo,,,d b.ve q, ;,vad shat walk more
;f1baJ Loo, i, ,,rr;.,.,., for apart from
sand and chuckle-burrs am Piichi. pea' :
everything seemed alive v ''n i,!>c''s' an"
.ircadfully familiar and 'on'i''i''S ''ea'-
ares they We're. ,...,-
We went up on the biulf' TO a niue
grove of pines, whe't cue 'S n iiei - -
down on the fragrant pine needles IN the
reckless manner She Is 50 addicted 10.
Lounoing attitudes always seem to SUIT
Lor md sbn nov. r had that regard for
hcr cIothc. nos lc>scd by most well-rcgula-
ted young W my" ..,,
silence :, only the lazy rustic of the pines
and ,ic subdUcd l.appinS Of the water ef
Es isHi.3 twigs under heavy hcsitating foot
}step, and turning round, with that feel
ing of horror we women reserve for
tramps, mice, and the like desperate
characters, We behed an aboriginc. He
was not by any means progressing, but
| even timid school-ma am could not gaze
on Jointly Bloodgood with dread
Jonty-the local diminutive for iona
| than-stood about six feet four in his
rawhidc boots in build he strongly re-
called the mossbunk fr which formed his
staple diet. He had small head, rudely
matched with lank hay -colorcd hair, and
he possessed washed out blue eyes which
were not pair. One of these orbs was
fixed on us, while the other gazed i'm
pressively at the zenith. Over his shout
der he carried'a decrepit looking shot
gun, while following and preceding him
were several gaunt hounds of an undeter-
inmate species.
This appari,ion sazed at us for few
minutes in evident amaZement, then, tax
ing courage, remarked conversationally,
as we might comment on the weather:
''Hain't seen no t1cckers this way, hcv
ye?"
''Flcckers" being unknown game to us
both, we answered, with an emphatic
negative, and our interlocutor slouched
away, itl,. the air of - man who has done
his duty to society. Sue said she would
like to study him; she has such q colds
blooded way if looking at people. as II
she would like to impale them on p'"eeo1
cork. like the unfortunate insects she col
, .sss p0t shf4 begin mn "' % "' y
Lone dweller meath the balmy pines
Only l should have to ignore his mac
curate eyes And he could hardly be
called clone dwcller" either, as Sue,
who does not see poetic license, pointed
out; we found seven of the dirtiest chill
dren l ever saw. all of them crosscycd,
and lank wife who dipped snuff.
For an entire week we wandered about
all day, by woodland and shore, and we
never had glimpse of the other boardcr,
whom Sue tlippantly designated as o, B.
in familiar converse. He was always off
before We were up, either boating or
tramping the country with Jointly Blood
good, who appeared to be a kindred
spirit. Sue said probably he was cross
eyed too, or knock kneed, or something
of the kind, but Cordy said he was the
likeliest young man that ever stepped, so
we Judged him to be some big, hulking,
stupid wretch who wasn't really fit for
ladies' society, anyway.
Idon't really care for young mcn-un-
less they possess soul-and Sue cares a
good deal more for polystichums and
polypodiums, to say nothing of polly
wogs. But l must confess that, as time
went on, we began to think good deal
about that mysterious Other Boarder. 1t
wasn't curiosity, you know, but simply
interest in humanity. We didn't even
know his name He never got any let
tiers, and Mrs. Apologize called him Mr.
jim; he had told her it was not his name,
but would do as well as any other Just
like one of Bulwer's heroes, only, as
Sue pointed out, we never heard him give
cold laugh in two syllables, or impa
tiently stride his room at midnight, as
the characters in question always do;
nor, as nearly as we could learn, did not |
possess a raven brow and marble locks-I
mean rice cersd.
Cordy said he was something like me,
so he could never be hero, for l am a
little sandy, with pale eyes and ten
dency to freckles.
Our curiosity gradually settled down
to sort of dead level mystery, until one
day Cordy told us that the Other Boarder
expected visitor to spend few days
with him.
"A young man, Miss Denning," she